Dear Sir:

I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth to the best of my abilities, so help me God.
I wrote to you last winter and said I would reveal the details of Extraordinary Phenomenon (to put it mildly), which occurred a few years back.
The first terrifying Phenomenon which I wrote about in detail occurred in August of 1952, I think. (I might add to that report of the Invisible Flying Machine that the time of the Appearance to the time of the Disappearance of the loud machine was, I believe, after a series of belated tests,10 to 15 seconds.)
I have kept this second, even more terrifying Phenomenon (which occurred almost exactly one year later in August from the date of the Invisible Flying Machine occurrence) a secret, because who would believe me?
How in the world would I be able to describe the Complexity of the Monster??? Would it serve any useful purpose to tell about it? I thought that it would not. Except, at times I wondered if it might serve some odd purpose.
However, all along throughout the years I knew, deep in my conscience, that the time would surely come when I must reveal all of the bone chilling details of the hideous miracle to the proper authorities, come what may.
Ladies and gentlemen that time has arrived-here and now.
Now you don’t have to believe it, but to borrow a phrase from the South-”You better believe it.”

Do not be dismayed because of the length of time that has elapsed. I remember everything about it just as if it happened yesterday, and it will remain in my memories only forever.
It was the latter part of August, 1953. I, and little Chi-Chi (my female Chihuahua), went to [deleted] in search of gold (and squirrels), as usual. I looked for gold, she looked for squirrels.
Toward evening, after a hard days work, I took my gunny sack of likely looking quartz float rocks to a certain area where I always went to examine them carefully with a magnifying glass. Very few of them were good, and I tossed the worthless ones in my dump pile. At the same time I was carefully scrutinizing each piece I was enjoying a nice sunbath too- as usual.
I finally finished, and putting on my clothes, and picking up the light gunny sack, I holstered my .38 Night Owl revolver and told Chi-Chi: “O.K!” She was always ready to go, hours ahead of time, back to the tiny cabin.
We moved out of the dry creek bed and up the little bank, and turned left onto the old logging trail – SUDDENLY ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE! A tremendous, fantastic, stupendous, shrilling, piercing high pitched screaming whistle cut the air close by! A deafening, powerful, gargantuan charging tugging “beast”? (similar perhaps to a rhinoceros, or hippopotamus, or elephant, or hungry male African lion, or rogue water buffalo with a powerful log chain attached, and enclosed in a barricade of brush and trees and poles!!!) It tugged or charged with mighty strength first one way and then another, round and round, and back and forth. I got the impression that it wanted to attack me or perhaps wanted to meet me but was as scared of a final showdown as I was!
I stood stock still in my tracks – frozen by fear! The little dog barked her head off, and faced into the direction of the monster! If ever there was a time when hair could be expected to stand on end -wow! – this was IT! (We were prevented from seeing IT because of heavy brush and trees at that point!) My hand reached down to the.38 in my holster, but I knew that it would be useless as a water pistol against this thing!!!
For a few seconds I thought, irrationally, that it was maybe somebody in a bulldozer trying to scare me away!!!
There were many other sounds besides the constant, deafening and the struggling, groaning, charging BEAST, but they were too much to grasp in the mind all at once under the circumstances!
In ten to fifteen seconds (later estimation) IT vanished, and all was very quiet and peaceful again. The straight line distance to the monster was 30 to 36 feet (estimated). I stood there completely flabbergasted after the noises stopped! Finally, I moved, ever so slowly back around the trees and faced in the direction of the unholy force (which was very, very close to where I’d been sorting rocks). I saw NOTHING! Not a thing was in sight, and not a rock, or a tree, or a bush was disturbed in the slightest way! There had been no changes on the earth either. Next day I searched, and I searched, and I searched, and for many days afterward. Yard by yard, and foot by foot, and inch by inch,-but, no soap. But, suspicious Capricorn me, I wondered if perhaps, somehow, maybe someone had strung wire and set up a loudspeaker, but I couldn’t figure out just how “they” could emulate the weird sounds. I have passed that area hundreds of times, but I always cast a wary eye in that direction, but thank God IT never returned. Peace in the Valley (and Hills, too!). It’s Wonderful!

Yours Very Sincerely,
SPG